For one, never before have I had meaningful dreams. Yet three recent dreams have bewildered me. Is it odd to have emotions during dreams? Because, these are the only dreams that I've ever had true feelings as though it was reality. The first dream was the strongest. It was a regular night, accompanied by a few friends we seemed to wonder about in town... Then a flying disk caught my eye. I had to follow it into the trees, leaving my friends out of sight. It came closer, then suddenly right before me... Close enough to touch. I physically went into shock, overcome by fear and curiosity. As my body quickly became numb, I laid a finger upon it. It was as though suddenly something had abruptly crashed into my head, not painfully but strong enough to knock me out. Before I knew it my body was collapsing and felt as if I was taking a deep sleep. Waking in a rather dizzy fashion, the day was rather peculiar. For that day, as people began to talk to me before saying a word, the subject they were about to bring up popped into my head.
The next dream I found to be extraordinarily beautiful. Never had I seen a dream so clearly with detail. I was at an ancient sight that seemed to make archaeologists nervous yet overcome with it's beauty. The pyramid was large, white, and flawless. The door was small, and laced with lusty gold. Above the door were hieroglyphics containing a man with wings and what looked like airplanes. The inside was covered in statues that would make anyone gasp for breath. Different cultures from around the world seemed to flow about everywhere. I remember the Hinduism statue of a man with multiple arms sitting upon what looked like a fancy bed, then I found a Greek God who was likely to be Zeus. Beside him was a Roman man, I couldn't quite make out who he was though. Statues of angels floated above the ground with ease. Being in such an immaculate place I felt out of breath, and went outside behind the pyramid for air. Only to find myself on what looked like a helicopter pad. There were two poles far and parallel to each other. As I placed myself in the middle, I looked down to find stone hieroglyphs on the floor displaying pictures of helicopters. Vaults of energy flowed through my body as I couldn't wipe this astonished look off my face.
The last dream was remembered for its pain. I could only remember the ending, taking place in a hospital. A doctor was examining my back for something, and placed an object on my left shoulder making my back feel tight. She (the doctor) stood in front of me and spoke of something about change and mass. Then as her eyes stared into mine, I could feel how warmhearted she was, when her dark brown gazed into mine with tears flowing out. I was nervous, yet curious as to why she was crying. I never got her answer as I awakened in pain. I struggled out of bed with immense pain absorbing my back. The entire day was spent with pain and curiosity as to what happened, shooting through me.
On a side note, I was wondering if anyone knew the significance of the card nine of hearts? One day as I opened a menu it fell out, it would have meant nothing to me, but I turned it over finding the letter V on it (my names Veronica)